Hope

"That will cause a civil war," Rui narrowed his eyes. "The Martial Union will not stand for being disenfranchised in such a manner."

"I shall not allow a war to unfold," The prince shook his head as he slowly extricated himself from the various sleeping children. "A civil war would harm the people of this nation more than anybody else."

"Then…"

"The path forward in this difficult dilemma is rather simple," He smiled, walking towards Rui, putting his hand on Rui's shoulder. "What is your name?"

"Rui. Rui Quarrier."

"Walk with me, Rui Quarrier," He told him.

As they walked through town, the many residents lined up the streets, calling out to him with loving adoration. He painstakingly took the time to smile and wave at them individually.

Rui eyed him with an intrigued expression.